In front of the dilapidated Taoist temple and the dilapidated Sanqing Hall, a fat monk and a middle-aged man with a big belly were talking, and from time to time they would burst into laughter.
During the conversation, each other's identities were revealed. The monk's name was Hui Hai, and he was the supervisor of Lingchan Temple, the largest temple nearby. The next time I came to the Taoist temple, I planned to rebuild a temple on the ruins of the Taoist temple.
The middle-aged man with a big belly is Zhang Mingshi, the boss of the city's Blue Sky Real Estate Group.
"Master, don't worry, our group will definitely build the new Lingchan Temple into the most magnificent temple in Jiangbei this time."
Zhang Mingshi stared at Hui Hai, as if staring at a pile of banknotes exuding infinite temptation.
Lingchan Temple is a well-known temple. The various donations it receives every year are almost as big as those of medium-sized illegal fund-raising criminal gangs. Such a big fat sheep cannot be slaughtered until the New Year.
"I know the strength of your group, but your quotation, to be honest, is too high and exceeds our budget. How about reducing it by another 15% from the original price?"
Hui Hai's eyes when reading Buddhist scriptures are full of shrewdness and cunning of a businessman.
When Zhang Mingshi heard this, he cursed in his heart. This fat bald donkey with big ears is too black. He talked a lot of nonsense last time and cut the price by 3%. Today he comes again, again. If you continue like this, you will still make a shitty amount of money.
"Master Huihai, we really can't reduce the price anymore. You know, the economy has been bad in recent years and the tax burden has been heavy. The price offered by our group is already low enough. If it is any lower, I can't guarantee the quality. People from your temple , after all, you have to live in it, if something happens."
Hui Hai looked like he had seen through everything.
"Mr. Zhang, let's not talk secretly. This time you will make a net profit of at least 18 million from the temple's project. If you reduce it by 15%, you will still make a profit."
How did this bald ladle know so clearly? Could there be a mole around him? Zhang Mingshi was shocked in his heart, but he directly denied it: "Master Huihai really knows how to joke. How much money has been invested in Xinlingchan Temple? How can our group make a net profit of 18 million."
This time, Hui Hai didn't say anything, but looked at Zhang Mingshi meaningfully with a pair of eyes that could speak.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...ten minutes.
No one said anything, and suddenly Hui Hai put his hands together, and the Buddhist disciples were full of style.
"That day, it rained. The poor monk just came back from the city. His umbrella suddenly broke. The poor monk hid in a house in the Taoist temple. He wanted to wait for the rain to stop and leave. Unexpectedly, he heard many interesting things, such as, How did Master Chen Shishi of Shangqingguan die!"
Zhang Mingshi's expression changed. The last time it rained, he and his secretary talked about some past events in the Taoist temple, but he didn't expect anyone to listen to them.
"The good Shangqing Temple was razed to the ground because of a fire. The poor monk said it was an accident. After all, Shangqing Temple is a purely wooden structure and can easily cause fires. Unexpectedly, it was a carefully planned incident. murder."
Hui Hai had a sneer on his face.
The expression on Zhang Mingshi's face was replaced by a sinister look.
"Yes, last year, I heard you say that the number of monks in your temple increased sharply, and you planned to build a new temple, so I came up with the idea of Shangqing Temple. But Chen Shiyi, an old man who doesn't know how to promote, is in my position. After paying a lot of money and building up various connections, I refused to give up the Taoist temple, so I had no choice but to make this decision."
Huihai looked back at the Sanqing Hall that had become ruins.
"Chen Shiyi is good at everything, but he is too withdrawn and unwilling to make more powerful friends, otherwise he would not end up like this."
When Zhang Mingshi heard this, he lowered his head and said nothing. This bald donkey was right. The reason why he dared to touch Chen Shiyi was because no one paid attention to Shangqing Temple. If it were Lingchan Temple with complicated interests, even if he had ten courages, he wouldn't dare to make any decision.
Hui Hai turned his head suddenly and stared at Zhang Mingshi.
"You can do it without bargaining. The poor monk wants five million."
Zhang Mingshi's eyes widened. This bald donkey was so cruel. He took away almost one-third of the apparent profit.
"No, after deducting various expenses, I can earn up to twelve million. I gave you five million. I didn't work in vain."
"Meow……"
A sharp meow sounded.
It startled both of them.
Well, a black shadow jumped out, it was the black cat that secretly drank the lamp oil from Chu Daozu's house.
"It turns out that you were the one who killed the Taoist Priest!"
The black cat speaks human words.
"It's the cat raised by Chen Shiyi, and it can actually talk."
Huihai was shocked.
"Fairy"
Zhang Mingshi was so frightened that he ran away.
The black cat's movements were very sharp. He jumped up and easily jumped on top of Zhang Mingshi's head. With one easy swipe, the unscrupulous real estate developer had a gash on his head and blood flowed out.
"ah"
Zhang Mingshi let out a heart-breaking scream.
The black cat jumped down and went straight to Hui Hai, who was about to escape.
"And you"
After all, Hui Hai was a monk, much bolder than Zhang Mingshi. Seeing this, he took off the rosary beads from his neck and placed them in front of him. He said with a stern face: "Monster, if you block the way of the poor monk again, the poor monk will directly send you to death. Bliss.”
The image of Chu Feng appeared in Black Cat's mind. He was worried that this monk who was similar to a Taoist priest was also very powerful, so he was too afraid to step forward.
Hui Hai felt relieved, and while retreating, he warned: "Your master was killed by the unscrupulous real estate developer. Just as he was wronged, the debtor has the owner. Go find him, and don't stop the poor monk, otherwise the poor monk will not be the same." Vegetarian.”
Black Cat nodded humanely.
Hui Hai stepped back with a wary look on his face.
Suddenly, Zhang Mingshi kicked Hui Hai violently, knocking Hui Hai to the ground and hitting the black cat's body.
Zhang Mingshi took the opportunity to rush to the white sports car not far away, started the engine and drove away before the black cat caught up with him.
The black cat sniffed his nose and chased after him.
Hui Hai, who was lying on the ground, was about to get up when a hand as soft as jade but very strong lifted him up.
"Well"
Looking sideways, Hui Hai was stunned when he saw a young Taoist priest with delicate features.
"The poor man is bowing his head"
Chu Feng made a gesture.
"The poor monk returned the favor."
Hui Hai looked straight and returned the gift solemnly.
"Pindao is a traveling Taoist priest. He passed by this place and saw that people can still live here. He planned to stay here for a few days."
Chu Feng looked gentle and elegant.
Hui Hai's expression changed, he looked around, and then lowered his voice and said: "You can't live here, leave quickly."
"Why"
Chu Feng's face showed confusion.
"Listen to the poor monk and leave quickly. There is a goblin here. Let's not talk about it. The poor monk is leaving before it comes back."
Huihai picked up the rosary beads on the ground, turned and left.
After walking for fourteen or five steps, out of good intentions, Hui Hai planned to give some advice, but when he turned around, he saw nothing.
"It's a ghost!"
In an instant, Hui Hai had goosebumps all over her body.
